A Cook's Rhyme Poem by Chris Embrick
A Cook's Rhyme
Churn, churn, churn the milk
fresh from the udder
If you let it sit too long
You'll have biscuits without butter.
Stir, stir, stir the rice
don't get in a hurry
If you have to cook it twice
don't bother with the curry.
Sip, sip, sip the wine
you add to your dishes
Your guests may choke when they dine
but you'll think the meal's delicious.
This had me chuckling from begining to end Chris..in a world where reality can sometimes be soul destroying humour lightens the load...++10
Thank you Lodigiana, I chuckle at myself sometimes and have to entertain me brain.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:33:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh the curry. Never again will I taste after the first and the last burning sensation.